Our little town is not exactly known for its beauty. In fact, sometimes you have to dig deep to find it.
But find it you can, from time to time, in small pockets. Here were a couple of those pockets we discovered last week on a autumnal walk.
Isn't the light here particularly stunning? It makes the rose so luminous and makes the fountain behind it look like glass. And the curly green moss on the side so differently textured from the sheet of falling water.
Thank the Lord for the maple trees by the town gazebo. The late afternoon sun glinting through the leaves just about melted my heart.
As did the sweet girl's heartfelt address to the treetops, when she lifted up her head and gave this impromptu oration: "Dear Leaves, please don't worry about dying. You will become dirt, and more things will grow from you."